In this scene from Bringer of Chaos, Pietas has met Six, his human jailer. Imprisoned within a steel and copper stasis tube, Pietas is alive only because his immortal metabolism will not allow him to die. He discovers his imprisonment and isolation are far from over. Six is referred to as a “ghost” because he is a special ops warrior who has been reanimated in a process known only to humans.
A Warrior’s Ally
Still in station? Still in station! He’d thought they’d be halfway there by now. “Long?”
“How long have you been here? Three Terran solar months today. The trip doesn’t start until next week. Supposed to take a year.”
A year in this netherworld, with no food, no water? Four times longer than he’d already suffered. Every time he died his cells burst and renewed themselves, searing his entire body from the inside out. He’d suffocate in a coffin full of dead cells.
The Ultra metabolism was proof humans had no mercy. Mortal death could never terminate his life. No matter how much he might want it.
Desire it. Crave it.
The ghost was talking, but Pietas couldn’t hear, overtaken by a weakness he hadn’t suffered from since he was a child.
“Pietas!” His father cupped his face and forced him to look up. Behind his father’s head, Earth’s yellow sun blasted its light. “Warriors do not cry. Stop it this instant.”
He’d been three years old, and had fallen while trying to keep up with his father’s longer stride.
His hands bled, and it frightened him. Ultras didn’t bleed. His father said so. Something must be wrong.
He lifted his palms to show his father. “It hurts.”
“Ultras never admit to pain. You are my son! Put your hands down this instant.”
His mother picked him up, and chided Mahikos. Holding Pietas in her arms, she examined his hands, now healed, and kissed his palms. “There, my son. It’s all better. See? Pain must be borne, but it passes.”
“You will make him weak.”
“I’ll make him compassionate.” Helia tousled his hair, and kissed Pietas on the cheek. “He’s never been injured before, Mahikos. Be patient.”
Pietas flung his arms around his mother’s neck.
“You’ll make him weak. Ultra warriors have no time for weakness. The next time he cries, I will beat him until he stops.”
His father had beaten him, many times. But for crying? Never. An Ultra does not seek to escape pain. If one inflicts pain, one must bear it. Pain must be borne. Pain is a warrior’s ally. A warrior must not show weakness.
Pietas jerked himself back to the present. “What?”
“I asked if you’re all right.”
He swallowed. The tears had wet his throat. “I am perfect.”
“Uh huh. Heard you were a narcissist too. Is all that nasty crap they say about you true?”
Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
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